I mean, we try. We each do our best to survive the Monday,
to make it to the end of the year, year after year. But who wants to live a
life that’s all about surviving? It’s so much better when we strive to thrive.

(Did I just make up that slogan? Because I love it and would totally wear the t-shirt).

Thriving can be hard, though. Sometimes, really, really hard. We know what we need to do to live better, to be better people. But it takes a great deal of effort and consistency. Exercise more. Eat less. Read more, communicate better, and above all, love harder. Love your spouses, love your kids, love your neighbor, love yourself.

It’s that last one that throws people into a tailspin. What does that mean to love myself? Does that mean I’m not loving myself…

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INTJ female writer setting out to become a published author of contemporary literature. Writing includes horror/mystery, young adult fantasy and science fiction.
Memory Bound, my first novel, was published in October 2018. Check out my Books subpage for more details.
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